"Jane, think about it, one or two thousand a month, if this money was spent on Nia’s treatment, maybe Nia’s illness would have been cured long ago. It’s not because there’s no money and it’s been delayed so long. Maybe Nia wouldn’t be so seriously ill now." Nina choked up as she said this.

"And that’s not even all." Nina forced back her tears.

"In the years he and Sister Grace claimed poverty, he used his parents’ names. By the time he and Sister Grace divorced, during this period, he bought three houses, four storefronts, and a car worth more than a million, all under his father’s name. Not to mention, even the car his current wife drives is worth over 600,000!"

"Before he divorced Sister Grace, the total family assets were already more than ten million, and this money, even using one-third of it for Nia’s treatment, would have been enough." Nina couldn’t help but cry as she said this, "And he, as a husband, as a father, abandoned his wife and daughter without giving Sister Grace and her daughter even a little money."

"Because he always told Sister Grace he was losing money, that times were tough, and on top of that, Sister Grace’s parents-in-law helped that scumbag hide the truth from Sister Grace. When they divorced, Sister Grace didn’t think to check his assets; at that time, they just got divorced like that." Nina shook her head and sighed, "I told Sister Grace about this, and she cried uncontrollably on the phone, she couldn’t believe her ex-husband would take things to such an extreme."

Nina wiped her tears, "This is why I never wanted to become a lawyer. For a long time, it seems like all I see is the ugly side of society. The negativity almost suffocates me."

Jane Sampson turned off the stove and hugged Nina, "Not everyone is so bad, Nina. This world is colorful, there is white, and naturally, there is also black. I believe the bad people are still the minority."

"I know." Nina nodded gently, sniffing, "Is the noodle ready? Hurry up, I’m starving."

One second of breakdown summarizes Nina’s demeanor.

One second earlier, Jane Sampson was pained, not knowing how to comfort.

The next second, Jane Sampson almost wanted to throw her into the pot and cook together.

Nina sat beside the dinner table, gulping down food. Jane had cooked spicy beef noodle soup for her, so delicious that Nina wished her stomach could expand twice its size.

"Once you stop acting, you could become a chef. Really, Jane, I would definitely support you every day." Nina said, "Opening a spicy beef noodle soup shop wouldn’t be bad, just this bowl, I could eat it continuously for a week without getting tired."

James Black stood next to them, sneering, "You sure have a nice dream."

"Aren’t I complimenting Jane’s culinary skills?" Nina smiled sheepishly. James Black has always been quite cutting with words.

"There’s no need for your compliments, facts don’t change because you don’t compliment." James Black said, "Cooking is hard work, don’t you know?"

Nina had no words to counter.

"Okay, okay, okay, I take back what I just said, knowing you feel sorry for your wife." Nina looked over at Jane Sampson, "Such hard work of cooking, leave it to your Father Black in the future."

Jane Sampson sighed, looking disdainful, "His cooking tastes terrible."

It was Nina’s turn to laugh heartily at this.